the darkness keeps growing, the shadows cutting deeper

[hfm_npcs]

Warnings: Darkness, Nox, darkness, manipulation, darkness, violence, and more darkness
Location: The sewers
Characters: Agent York, Aaron, Celestia, and a lot of Nox
When: Shortly after the attack on the city.
Summary: The Nox approach the hapless prisoners, and attempt to make them a deal

It's dark. This should come as no surprise to those who have a clear memory of what happened, but the sheer size and scope and depth of the darkness is suffocating. Pressurizing. There's a dripping in the distance and the Nox's guests will find themselves covered in...something that's rapidly congealing. Communicators don't work, and if listening close to the silence reveals they aren't alone...

Something's out there, watching the three warm bodies. Almost breathing on them.

((OOC: Check this log periodically for subheaders which will direct the plot!))

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RESCUE MISSION

[unrecovered]

It's barely been an hour since the shadows grabbed people and dragged them into the depths of the sewers. It feels like it's been forever and yet somehow no time at all. Time flies when you're traumatized and still have to prep for a mission.

It's a feeling Wash knows well. That doesn't mean he hates it any less.

He's taken the time to go back to his apartment and get his armor. It may be useless against the Nox, but it has night vision and external lights, both of which will likely be useful underground. Plus, it makes him feel better. It's a half ton of mechanical comfort blanket and dammit he needs that right now.

He stands at the entrance to the subway and looks at his companions. "If anyone wants to back out, now's the time." He's fairly certain nobody's going to take him up on the offer, but it is a volunteer mission and he needs to make the option known nonetheless.

[panspermia]

It's nigh impossible to know what exactly could be waiting for them down there, but Greg did his best to prepare--mostly through taking as many sources of light as he can justify. Handheld flashlight, headlight, emergency flares, lighter... he's grabbed a few water bottles and protein bars, since Leo taught them there's no way to know how long they'll be down there. Better safe than sorry. He's filled pockets with just about as many seed packets for roses and ivy as he could get his hands on.

He tries to dry off his sweating palms on the straps of his backpack. Despite his best efforts to appear otherwise, he's nervous as hell. Greg's never really done anything like this before. He's gotten caught in the middle of a few Nox disasters, but he's never actually stepped up to the plate with forethought and preparation before.

Still, Wash's comment is met with swallowing down his misgivings and planting his feet. "Figure we had time for that already." He tries to make it sound lighthearted, but there's still a tremor underneath. The Nox can do some pretty horrific things to people, and they're heading into the thick of it.

His fear can't be the same as those dragged down there, though. York and Celestia are capable, sure, but Aaron's already been exposed to what the Nox can do to a mind. None of them deserve that, and Greg can't just leave this to someone else to handle. Not this time.

[jonesiseverywhere]

Casey's got all his gear, even if he's pretty sure his pads aren't going to do much to stop the Nox if they get the idea that he looks like a good snack. And even then, experience has taught him all he has to do is get eaten alive and he can get stuck in it's throat.

Shouldn't be hard with all the spikes. And all his stuff is flammable anyway.

But this more about getting down there and getting their friends back than it is an awesome fight, so he can exercise a little more caution than usual.

Time to get his game face on. He nods at Wash and pulls his mask over his face. "Let's do this."